Kopfkino

Archiv für den Monat November 2014

If children be our hope, then hope dies first, not last. While searching for 43 hopefully still alive, we find a mass grave of others, long forgotten. If naivety is the childhood´s nature, our offspring grows old before ever growing up. Though innocence ensures protection, we drown it in body bags. The weakness of tenuous bones and necks is hardened by the weight of our coal mine´s harvest.

Born into an already bruised life, these American Beauties, whose feet belong to their master and only their shoes belong to them, are murdered onstage by the most dangerous animal in the zoo: their own mother or dad, if they are not fleeing on the road to Baghdad leaving any dream variations behind…

Earth too was a fragile creature. Born as a planetesimal, it became a solid object arising through internal strength. So hope dies last. Not first.